Time was, I could move my arms like a bird
Fly!

She was a wingwalker
Pitgirl of the sky


And now I got an engine
A big perverted engine
It runs on strength of will
Who could deny me the right to fly?
You know, it's my art
When I form my body in the shape of a plane


I'm a plane!
I'm a plane!
I'm a plane!
I'm a plane!


Now I got an airframe
A big perverted airframe
You know, It's my art
When I disguise my body in the shape of a plane

I'm a plane! (I'm a plane!)
I'm a plane! (I'm a plane!)
I'm a plane! (I'm a plane!)
I'm a plane! (I'm a plane!)


(Look at me, look at me
I'm a plane! Look at me, I'm a plane! Look at me!)

And the plane becomes a metaphor for my life
And as I suffer for it
Like I'm insane, as it says
So she suffers under the weight of my plane
You know? It's my art!
When I disguise my body in the shape of a plane

Plane! (Plane!)